There's a houseboy in my happy place. On his tray are two big coconuts. He's been wandering about the place for over an hour now, coconuts rolling from one edge of the tray to the other, but never falling to the floor. As far as I know, no one asked for coconuts. He's taken this upon himself. We're all happy here. There's a house cat in my happy place. He has big blue eyes and lounges by the pool all day, drinking daiquiris and reading expensive magazine about the art world. He calls himself an artist, but we all know drinking daiquiris and reading magazines do not an artwork make. Once someone was unhappy in my happy place, but we don't talk about it. There's a housecoat in my happy place. I wear it day and night. I wouldn't be so happy if I had to get dressed. There was a houseboat in my happy place, but it sank. There's a housewife in my happy place. She has a houseboy, a house cat, a housecoat, and once she had a houseboat, but it sank. Don't worry. She's happy here.